Stone Circle Between two worlds

Gunnar is a calm man. A compassionate one. Whether he sees in her a dormant strength to be tended or otherwise pities her sunken form, he permits her to stay. She realizes there’s no real difference in it either way. She’d been bled of her pride so many months ago.

“Thank you, Gunnar,” her voice wavers. She is indebted.

“I hunt (rats), and I can track (rats again),” she says by way of assurance. Maybe it was not a whole truth, but it would be some day. She would make it so.

“I promise that I will be no burden to your pack, I will contribute where I can. Carry my own weight.”